62.

Charles

“You can’t do that Dae. I will not allow it, you understand me,”




Damien sighs, “Fuck Charles, I’m trying to keep the both of you safe. Who knows what that manic is capable of.”




“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me,” I yell, “I will not let that man terrorize me or my family? We will remain here, and we will see this through together.”




There was no arguing with me, I was going to have the last say and that was it. That sorry excuse of a man will not ruin our lives again.




“Call Xander, we are all going to his house, and we are going to talk about this,” I say and walk out of the kitchen.




I go to the spare bedroom and find Chantel sitting on the floor, with her phone in her hand.




“Honey, you okay?”




Chantel looked at me and she looked shaken.




“Aiden is Xander’s brother?”




“What? No, who told you that lie?”




She gets up from the floor and sits on the bed.




“Nikki just called me and told me that they found Aiden, and Aiden is Xander’s older half-brother,”




“Damien!”




Chantel sighs, “This is unbelievable. How could he be Xander’s brother? And did Aiden know? Does Xander’s mom know? I mean this changes a lot of things.”




Damien knocks and he enters the room.




“What is this I’m hearing that Aiden is Xander’s half-brother?”




The blood drains from his face and he sighs, “I thought it would have been best for you to hear it from Xander. It’s sensitive information babe.”




I sigh. I love Damien and how he thinks he can protect everyone and all that but that’s what almost ended our relationship. Some things just can’t be kept a secret.




“I should have told you, but I just couldn’t.”




I nod, “We promised that we wouldn’t keep anything from each other Damien.”




“I know, I’m sorry,”




“Come here,”




I make space between Chantel and me, Damien sits down, and I take his hand into mine.




“We started this whole thing, now we need to end it,”




“I don’t want to kill anybody. I don’t want to get my license revoked Charles.”




“We know but this time we will make sure that no one finds out. X is here to help us with everything. He is the professional,” Chantel says. “Everything will be fine.”

“How are you both okay with this?”




“This is a harsh world we live in babe and sometimes you gotta get some blood on your hands to survive,” Chantel replies.




“She’s right Dae. Let’s end this and then we can all move on with our lives,”




Damien sighs, “Okay.”




“Good.”




“I know this isn’t the time, but I am super turned on and I need some,”




I smirk, “You know what to do baby girl.”




Part of the journey to self-discovery is realizing that you like cake and you want to eat it too, but you also want some meat on the side with it.




Chantel is the only woman I could ever share my sexual experience with. She doesn’t judge me or question me; she flows with me. That’s what made me accept the idea of a polyamory relationship. I love them both and I want to spend the rest of my life with them both.




Chantel stands up and gets undressed. Damien can’t keep his eyes off her, his eyes growing darker as she was seductively undressed. I feel myself growing in my pants. I pull them down and let them pool at my feet and I kick them off. I take my tank top off and throw it close to my pants.




Damien turns to look at me and licks his lip.




“You are going to be the death of me,”

Chantel and I get onto the bed, and she lies on her back and spreads her legs, giving me a full view of her glistening core.




I lean down and lick her core, moaning when I taste her juices on her tongue. I continue to caress her clit with my tongue, and she squirms and moans. Concentrating on pleasing my lover, I am not aware of Damien until he slips his tongue in my ass.




“Keep going baby, don’t let me stop you,” he whispers and spanks my already sore ass from earlier this morning.




I slip my tongue into Chantel’s haven, and she grins at my tongue. Chantel attempts to close her legs but I pull apart and press them down.




The pleasure from Damien is overwhelming, I lift my head and moan, but he presses my head back down and tells me not to stop. I continue to suck and play with Chantel’s kitty. Damien makes things a little more challenging, and he takes my rock-hard member into his hand and starts pumping.




“Fuck Damien,”




He slaps my ass, “IF she doesn’t squirt in the next 60 seconds, you’re gonna be watching me and her fuck with your hands tied behind your back. Got it?”




I moan, “Yes, sir.”




I go back down on Chantel and slip my fingers inside her and curl them and slowly start moving them in and out. She moans profanities and I know I’ve hit the right spot. I pick up the pace and Chantel becomes a moaning mess.




“I’m gonna cum Charles,”




“That’s it, my babies. Keep going,” Damien praises and that only makes me go faster as my balls begin to tighten.




Chantel tightens her walls against my fingers.




“Fuck Charles,” she groans and her juices squirt all over. In a split second, Damien pushes my face down and her juices spray all over my face and I cum.




“That’s it, make a mess for me, my babies,”




He pumps me dry, and Chantel comes down from her high. I lean forward and kiss Chantel and I feel Damien’s cock slide into me.




“Chantel baby, let’s make daddy Charles scream,”




Chantel gives me a smirk, and I know this is not going to end well for me.